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Topic Started: Oct 24 2010, 10:41 AM (21,564 Views)
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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Travis landed with a swoop behind Omega and Z'gato, kneeling to spread the weight evenly as he rose and walked up to the other two. He popped open a small container on the waist of his armor, tossing Omega and earpiece.

"Right then, so I've been thinking about it; we enter from the balcony up there, closer to Delacroix on the upper floors; this way we can avoid startling the public. Omega, you wait here until otherwise specified; once we get closer to Delacroix, depending on how it goes down, I will have Alissa cut the hotel's internal power and Durendel Power and Core will cut power to the block and that will leave you free to infiltrate without being spotted; I know you wouldn't hurt anyone but I'm pretty sure most people would freak out if they saw you, Omega. Z'gato, you're coming up onto the balcony there with me."

"Alissa, get in position; I'm having the power company cut the power in 3... 2..."

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In one moment, the square about the hotel was busy, bustling with night life.

And then just as suddenly, with a flicker and a whirr, the entire block went dark. Vehicles in the streets and some in the air came to a sudden halt and slight confusion reigned in the alleys below. Durendel Power and Core was reporting a blackout for the area, to be fixed within the next hour or two. It appeared that a major transformer had blown and the area near it was being blocked by local police. Travis could see people making their way out of the hotel being flanked by more officers and security.

"Alright Z'gato, showtime."

Travis did a somersault across the massive gap, spinning into a flip jump as he propelled himself onto the Hotel building, switching to night vision; this would allow him to see cameras better or if they were still active. He hoisted his weight up onto the balcony as quietly as he could. It was probably a matter of minutes before the backup power for the hotel came on. Seeing none guarding that door, he slipped into the hotel and toggled thermal vision on; nothing he could see.

"Get on in Z'gato and stay close; check your sectors.
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(OOC: Done! Let me know if there are any problems, Boss.)
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*Two Weeks and Three Days From Present Day*

Faulias, now equipped with new armaments and replacement ship, glided through the void of space. His quarters, as the Titan Industries reps had promised, were stocked with basic building materials, enough for him to fully customize his weaponry, in some cases create his own. He had already remodified his assault rifle for his usual design: larger clip, tighter radius of fire. One would think he would be happy with all of his new playtoys.

He was not happy.

In his personal quarters, he paced back and forth, alternating between kneading his hands and clenching them into fists. It was there he was brooding to himself about events that had occurred almost a month ago already; he had had precious little time to ponder what had transpired until now. And one thing kept nagging at him: few people he worked with died, and the one whom had died in that last mission left him shaken.

Jenosa could have been considered one of his closest friends when you took into account that he had few friends to begin with, and only kept distant ties with them. She was the one he ended up working with the most, from odd-jobs and deliveries to larger takedowns of major figures. Because of their massive difference in size, he often felt the need to protect her, though she scarcely needed it.

It was this need to protect that left him shaken. She was dead now, the only time he could have saved her come and gone. This failure gnawed at him, an incessant nagging annoyance that would not dissipate.

The more he thought about it, though, it was more than the failure... it was the loss of what might have been his sole chance at companionship.

Overcome with a rush of anger, he lashed out, sending a fist slamming into the cabin wall, followed by another. The metal wall groaned in response, and he gritted his teeth as he withdrew his hand and looked at the dents he had left behind. He had long ago stopped feeling pain in his hands other than a dull ache that was always there, but there was a sort of pain all its own that seemed to have taken its place.

He needed a distraction.

Still brooding, he stormed from his cabin into the control room, where a datalog was continuing to update. The datalog was tracking the location of a particular ship, a Pelican, the likes of which he had repaired the engines of about three weeks ago, the likes of which he had also had access to the transponder codes of...



*One Week and Six Days Before Present Day.*

After roughly four days of thorough scans and long nights, Faulias had managed to pinpoint a location that the Pelican had gone. A planet, Hunroth, at its capitol, Durendel. He knew little about the planet other than Nick Scanlan had gone there, presumably with the satchel he had clutched so tightly.

A comment that Scanlan had said on it had been wedged in his mind for several nights: "Brother, if you knew what I got in here, you wouldn't let it go either."

Whatever this thing was, it had to be going to somewhere important... someone important. And if there was one thing Faulias was sure of, it was that important people have important jobs to be done... and a ton of money.

He made travel arrangements on his onboard navicomputer, plotting a course to Durendel. He intended to find a job there, or at least a welcome change of pace from his slow brooding anger.



*Three Days and Seventeen Hours from Present Day*

"...yeah, this is Faulias Kayhorn. I had contacted you before."

There was chatter on the other end of the call he was taking, from a room in a particularly nice hotel the likes of which he was rooming in as well. The lights were out in the bedroom where he held the conversation.

"I know you remember who I am, mainly from the hitmen you ordered on my room." He nudged one of three silhouettes that lay on the floor. They were younger mercs, youngbloods, sent to try to take the mountain man out. Most likely a test more than anything. "I'm not fucking around here, man. I'm looking for dangerous fucking work, and you fit the type to have some to do. Now, either you give me something to do, or I can go elsewhere..."

There was a sigh on the other line, followed by more chatter, calmer this time. "Well, for starters, I don't give a shit about what Scanlan had in that sack. I'm just here for money, so I don't really care too much if he stole it from you, unless its my job to care."

More words from the man on the other line. It was a one-sided conversation for some time, with Faulias simply grunting out an "Uh-huh" or "Yeah" every now and again, until the line fell silent. The man had made his offer.

"...Yeah. That won't be a problem."

The man on the other line had kept his tone businesslike throughout the conversation, and it remained so as he confirmed their deal. This was fairly impressive for Faulias, and reassured him he needed to keep his guard up in this job, which was how he preferred it.

"Yeah. I'll be up in a few to flesh this out in person. Might want to warn the guards."



*Present*

Faulias was pacing in his quarters, fully suited and armed. His assault rifle hung on his back, his plasma pistol on his left hip, and a newly crafted power gauntlet crackled on his right hand. He flexed the power gauntlet regularly, sending sparks flying from his palm. It was not identical to the one he had made before, but then again, none of his equipment was.

In addition to a new HUD, his suit had been preequipped with improved shields and adaptive armor plating. On top of that, he had been 'forced' to supply his own upgrades, the most notable of which were a reserve energy system, externally mounted movement enhancement unit, and an assortment of visor enhancements. The work was sloppy, but effective - he had not had any catastrophic failures yet, even several days after diagnostics and stress-testing. Regardless, the constant activity had left him little time to brood, which was exactly what he needed.

Then, the power went out. His hand immediately whipped to the rifle upon his back, pulling it out into a firing position as he opened a comm with his employer.

"I think they're on their way. Power's out, they'll probably try to get in before the reserve power kicks on." He left his room in a hurry, heading to the stairs and climbing them as quickly as possible. "I'm headed to your position, Spider. Any suggestions?"
Edited by Metamyth, May 13 2011, 07:58 PM.
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Z'Gato couldn't help but smirk at Deadeye's proclamation of 'showtime.' He managed to follow the fellow Bounty Hunter as best as he could, not nearly as flashy as Deadeye's flip in the air, but it was clear that Z'Gato made up for it in sheer power as he managed to cross the distance with his own jump effortlessly, or at least it sounded effortlessly from the way Z'Gato didn't even grunt when he jumped or landed. Z'Gato's energy cannon was already activated and ready for combat, and the feathers on Z'Gato's back raised in anticipation. Perhaps with this kind of entrance, they would see battle after all.

"You have trouble trusting me," Z'Gato said, more as a statement than a question. It was no mystery that Deadeye was a veteran Bounty Hunter, used to being alone in many of his operations. Z'Gato was much the same, a lone hunter in a universe full of targets to slay, but he could tell that Deadeye wouldn't feel even remotely comfortable if he didn't point out every little thing about close-quarters-combat. The giant bird of war activated an energy blade from his left arm, knowing fully well that maneuvering his large cannon in such tight corridors would be difficult, and the blade helped keep his combat edge against most conventional target. Z'Gato felt insulted by Deadeye's reminder, and were it not for the previous reason, the Chozo warrior would have made a verbal retort. However, even Z'Gato could see the need for cooperation in this situation.

He hated how he needed Deadeye's help, however.

"I am no stranger to this sort of battlefield."
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The tall creature acknowledged Clark's authority for this case. The human was well more experienced than Omega-Alpha was, so he was willing to yield to the man's knowledge. It was a chance to prove his worth to the galactic community as something more than just a feral beast. As the child of a top-tier bounty hunter, as he believed, he felt a passionate desire to live up to her name: Aran.

Upon receiving a communication earbud from Travis, he rolled it over in his palm. He had seen these before, and knew how to put one in on a human being, or something similar. Someone who actually had hearing orifices could use the device normally. Omega-Alpha actually had small porous spots where there could have been ears under the thick wiry silver "hair" topping his head.

After a moment of consideration, he carefully held it between his thumb and forefinger, ran it along the inside of his lower lip to gather a bit of webbing goo, and stuck it to the back of his neck where the goo solidified and held the device in place.

"Testing," a hissing and crackling transmission was emitted. A single tone voice was heard by Alissa, Z'Gato, and Travis. Omega didn't even move his lips. It was solely his ability to manipulate electronics. "This is the Hound. I take roof. We meet in middle."

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Stealth wasn't exactly Omega-Alpha's strong suit. First point of fact was that he was over seven and a half feet tall. The second point was his glowing abdomen. It wasn't bright enough to light up a room, or even enough to read by, but it was readily visible in the dark. Nearby walls eerily reflected the orange and red hues. Shadows seemed to move and flicker as the light source moved and pulsed and changed shades.

He dropped onto the hotel's vacant rooftop. No one was around. People were likely down below trying to manage any confusion generated by the power outage. As the monster looked about, he knew that stealth wasn't a good answer for something like him. He was a predator driven by instinct, first and foremost. He knew what he was hunting, he knew what his goals were, and this was the type of mission that suited his skills the best.

Hunt.

His inspiration and drive focused, to hunt with the alarming efficiency of a metroid.
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A small puff of smoke exited the junction box where Alissa had placed explosives. There was not even enough force to throw the door open though the connection to the mains was effectively severed including the reserve; this was after all not Alissa’s first time out and if she didn't cut them as well there was no reason to bother at all. As Alissa had been making her way back towards the elevator shaft she stopped looking to a sign on the door…“sprinkler control”. A few moments later she was in the room attaching a small black box to the computer that controlled the buildings sprinklers.

** Receiving telemetry** came her computers voice over the com ** Establishing connection**

Alissa exited the room and then started back up the shaft, her suit would make the accent rather fast, making her able to jump from support to support up to the floor they were after.

“I’ve arranged for another distraction if we need it” she transmitted to the other three “we should have control of the building’s fire suppression system shortly”

Her ship she knew would work on cracking any security on the system to gain control, the device she used was more often used on high security doors, she assumed the sprinklers would be less of an issue.

As she reached the floor she was after she used her scanners once again to look for some form of security, guards, or other concerns, when she was sure that there was no one outside the elevator she forced the door open stepping onto the floor before engaging her cloak again, drawing one of her pistols she moved along one of the walls looking for a good place to lay low and wait for the others, scanning the rooms as she moved.
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(OOC: I took a few liberties here Jefe, so just shoot me a PM if there's something wrong about what I did)

Jenosa was not taking it lightly being hauled as a captive, either metaphorically or physically. During their descent from Travis's ship, she had instinctively struggled to break free of the Pirate's arm that had wrapped around her slender body, but the bastard was both bigger and stronger than her, and easily held her like a doll. And, following suit, her muscles in her arms become incredibly tense as a sphere of energy materialized in one of her hands, hoping to use it to both break the cloak that she felt encompassing her entire body, and toss it into his face.

Unfortunately, she was duly reminded that, as of right now, he easily held her life as well, for she distinctly felt the his energy blade press further against her throat. Frick, the damn thing might as well have been solid...but sharp well pressed against the naked skin of her throat. Turning her head as far as she could, she glared and gritted her teeth in stubbornness as she reluctantly let her muscles relax; and in turn the glowing, blue sphere in her hand dissipated.

That's when, quickly and without warning, Spider struck her in the head. Pain and stars burst into her mind, finding herself dazed and bordering on the level unconsciousness, fighting to retain cognition. And then, for whatever reason – maybe to either prove his superiority or show who's the boss - Spider pulled her poney tail.

It didn't matter how conscious Jenosa was, because the woman had built up an innate reflex to this treatment that had easily left plenty of broken noses during her run in high school. What she did exactly, though, she had no idea, but it must have taken Spider by surprise, because she felt his hold on her disappear, and although still dazed from the blow, she yelled angrily as she whirled around for an attack.

Her blow connected just as his did with her head. There was no stars this time, just a sudden darkness.
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Jenosa woke up groaning, her head aching on one side, and her green eyes flaring a bright blue as she swore, “Ah, son of a bitch.”

The pain wasn't the only thing she swore at too.

Staring at her with his arm cannon in her face was Spider, who certainly didn't seem happy at the moment. And she had a good hunch why; Spider had two scorch marks on his body that looked like they had been done by energy weapons, one on his leg and one on his abdomen. They didn't look in anyway fatal or crippling, but still, it looked painful to have taken; and his expression was enough to tell her how it had happened.

“Oh, so that's what I did when you pulled my hair,” she said, grinning with some smug satisfaction that she had actually dealt some damage before being knocked out. Granted, it felt 'weird' and a bit irksome that she had...reacted by slamming a fistful of energy into his legs - normally it was something completely physical, like her head flying into the person's face – but quite frankly, how her childhood reflex had blended with that of an alien one was totally worth it.

However, she could tell her attitude was pushing her luck. The pirate's cannon whined to life, indicating it was ready to fire, and he was not in the mood for antics. To her surprise, he told he to take off her suit; truth be told, she didn't even realize she had it on her in the first place. In fact, she largely expected to wake up tied to a shared, suitless, in an isolated room like the one they were in now. Honestly, and this was the freaky part, it felt more like another part of her flesh and blood body, and she felt – her body felt – especially reluctant to part with the suit. There was nothing painful about taking it off, and yet she felt what she could only describe as a growing 'bond' between her and it.

And even after as she had taken it off, the connection felt so...tangible and organic, but there didn't seem to be anything 'organic' about it. It looked like any piece of high tech equipment she had come across, but the feelings beating within her body told her there was more.

What was the most strangest thing of all, though, was that it felt like she had experienced this 'bond' a long time ago, but she couldn't remember when.

These thoughts lingered in the back of her mind even as she handed Spider her suit, and, with no other option present to her, waited grudgingly to see what her captor would do.
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As Alana settled down to do the tasks that Travis had suggested to her, she asked the ship board A.I. a simple question, “Tell me...what do you know about Jenosa Arma?”
"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death."
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The Arctic Storm had since been docked at a BHG-trusted repair shop to fix the minor breach and scratching on the hull; it wasn't terribly large, but it was large enough that if it weren't patched space travel wouldn't be possible. Alana needed to do was simply show she was working with a Bounty Hunter's Guild member to gain access; and it wasn't like the mechanic was going to be stupid enough to try cheating one of the most skilled hunters the galaxy has ever known.

Constantine was at first startled by the sudden question.

"Eh wot wot...? Ah, Jenosa? Well.. I suppose it would not hurt to explain from what I know."

Jenosa Arma is one of the partners Travis had in his last bounty from a few days ago. It was on a desert world nearby, and the battle for it was particularly fierce; you might have heard about it on the news; why, you were the mortician, you SAW the news yourself. She is.. quite a woman. Beautiful, young, daring, bold, clever and yet, from what I know there is something that perturbed me about her..."

"And I think you and I both know what that something is, Alana." He put his pipe back into his mouth, his hologram phasing into the real world onto the ship next to Alana at life-size proportions.

"I hope this doesn't disturb you, it makes it much bloody easier to communicate."
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Alana took one brief look at the news, but saw nothing off immediate interest yet, or anything about the current black out that was done. She had to admit, a black out in an entire sector seemed pretty excessive and she thought it was bound to ruffle the mayor's feather's. She wasn't even sure why he would let Travis do that unless he owed the hunter a personal favor; and even then, it probably would have been simpler to shut down the building itself. After all, in these kind of cities, the power junction contained multiple routers which should make that possible.

Not that the action was her primary concern; she was much more concerned about about how everything would go, and how her Jenosa would fair. Simply sitting on the ship, even though safe and sound apparently, made her feel really anxious and close to hot water.

The short haired, brunette snorted in good humor to what the A.I had to say about Jenosa. “I think she'd complain that you'd be over exaggerating as a kind of hero. You should add that she's also surprisingly modest and social,” she corrected him.

“But I digress, I have no issues with you popping in here like that. It's a little sudden, granted, but...I've been scared and irked by far worse.” She then gave a sigh, find a place to sit, sip the tea she had made – coffee set her nerves way too much on edge, even bit – and staired once more at the news before continuing with a disappointed sigh.

“I was really hoping you'd actually tell me something about Jenosa's past. That woman's such a mystery, even though she's told stuff that I don't even think she's shared with Travis. I get the distinct feeling that the alien physiology blending with her human characteristics holds a much more uglier truth to it; I'm pretty sure she woudln't hide it unless it was really necessary to know about, but still...”

She gave Constantine a curious look, “I don't suppose your data banks that have anything that matches what I've taken down so far? Or any scientific facts that might explain how I accidentally revived her?”
"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death."
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Wait, wait.... what did she just say?

"You WHAT...?"

Constantine was beside himself. He could not have heard that right. Bring back the dead? No way.

"I-I-I-I knew I wasn't crazy! She was DEAD! There, right there in that bed and yet she was up and walking earlier tonight. How- Oh, nevermind...."

"I wouldn't know how on God's green earth she could have revived from death itself, but what I found was.... abnormal, to say the least. Take a look."

So she did know about what he had also found. Constantine produced a holoscreen panel in front of the woman, allowing her access.

"You'll find everything in there that I found when I did a thorough scan of her body and armor. It is almost as if the thing is -alive-. It behaves more like an inegrated nervous system then a peice of weaponry. And furthermore, I noticed a functionality similar to breathing on it. It's astounding..."
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Alana made a bemused blink at Constantine's reaction to the little tidbit she had dropped. Honestly, she despite how weird the events have been, as well as secretive she had been for her friend's sake, she really did want to talk about the real-life story that had freaked her out; and yet, to her complete surprise, Constantine didn't get anymore interest into the exact details of this troubling resurrection. It had really left her bemused, mainly because Constantine, even for an A.I., seemed remarkably interested in Jenosa's...abnormal physiology, and yet he seemed to have just only half-reacted to what she said, and then ignored it like it had been a play of his imagination.

And that was what had really left her staring at Constantine with a furrowed brow like no other. Although a part of yearned to study the information that the A.I. had set down before her, she just couldn't do that; not with having received such an odd reaction.

"First," Alana said, in a more serious tone while waving away the image before her, which only shimmered in the air around her hand. "before I get into that, I want to know what kind of A.I. you are, because you certainly don't act like one. There doesn't seem to anything mechanical about you; you're more like a ghost in the machine. And I guess maybe we've gotten to a point where A.I.s can get relatively human; but how on earth are you so interested about Jenosa and yet paid almost no relevance to what I said before. If you certainly act human, shouldn't you be the least bit interested in my relation to Jenosa, or suspicious about what I even said before?"

She thought for a moment, "Maybe I was being too subtle, which is kind of sad because I wasn't even trying to?"
"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death."
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